Page 43 of Ricochet
While I sort of, kind of, alright, just a little bit, felt bad for him, I was gleaming because he would never have a chance to harass another female again. Did you know that human teeth can cut through most flesh, even some bone? I mean, cannibals didn’t have shark teeth, but they still ate human meat just like we did animals.
This is why I knew I could do what I planned next. I’ve never tried it though, but I’ve wanted to, multiple times, in fact, over the span of the last eight or so years.
When his cock hardened even more, his grunts and gasps coming faster, I clamped my teeth around the bulbous head. They always told us it was like a lollipop, right? Well, I was the type to bite through lollipops.
He didn’t stop at first, quickening his pace, but I wasn’t going to be swallowing some bastard’s cum, especially when it tasted so fucking bad. Just like a chicken leg, or lollipop, or a cucumber. I bit down just below the head, applying pressure and stopping his movements.
“What- the?” he stammered. “What the fuck, bitch?” He started pulling my hair, panic apparent in his voice. “Let go, psycho.”
The sound of tearing flesh, him screaming above me… It sounded heavenly.
“Ahhh!” His scream penetrated the air, the pressure on my skull increasing. I was pretty sure there would be bald spots on my scalp. “Let go, let go…”
As he tried pulling me off of him, I locked my jaw harder, tasting a coppery liquid in my mouth. Oooo, we were finally getting to the golden mine.
“Help!” he screamed. “Somebody fucking help me!”
Just imagine what I would be able to do if my hands weren’t tied. I couldn’t look up to see the look on his face, but I couldn’t stop either because stopping wouldn’t get me to where I wanted. I drowned out his annoying voice and focused on the task at hand.
Let’s be honest, I was hungry, cold, I needed a toilet, and some motherfucker thought I would give him a blow job free of charge. It was funny how pitched his voice got with every inch I bit.
“What the fuck?” the new voice echoed through the room. My teeth connected together finally, and the small head dropped into my mouth.
Nasty. But fucking cool.
My lovely bodyguard fell to the floor, screaming and shouting, holding his dismembered manhood. I spat out the part that used to be connected to him, and turned my head toward the intruder. Oh, peachy, just who I needed to see.
Tristan stood on the threshold, his face pale, disbelief in his eyes, taking in the scene in front of him. I grinned and channeled my innerCarrie. It wasn’t pig blood, but I couldn’t exactly choose, could I?
“Oh, Tris,” I licked the blood from my lower lip, “did you come to join us?”
“What the fuck did you do, Ophelia?”
I tried to shrug, well, as good as I could being chained and all, while he approached the quivering mess of a man on the floor. Who knew that biting off a dick could cause so much blood? I should’ve used it in my torture sessions a long time ago.
Well, maybe with knives instead of teeth.
“Kieran!” he called.
“Oh, goody, more brothers for the party.”
He turned to me, disgust written all over his face. “You’re a psycho, you know that?”
“Ah, I am sorry, Tris. Maybe I should’ve let him rape me, or another poor woman in the future. Oh, I know, maybe all of you guys can suck each other’s dicks while I watch. How about that? You can do what he was trying to make me do.”
“You could’ve told us. We wo—”
“You wouldn’t do shit, my friend. You wouldn’t do shit and you wouldn’t even feel bad about it.” And we both knew it.
The coppery taste in my mouth wasn’t going to go away until I washed my mouth, but seeing as none of them wanted to move me from here, I had to bite my tongue and wait.
I also needed a shower and a new shirt. My back was aching from the position I was in, and the moaning from Mr.Not-So-Big Cock was raking on my nerves.
“What the fuck?”
Why did all of them sound like a broken record? What the fuck indeed, leaving me with this idiot for a guard. Kieran just stood there, looking between me and the mess on the floor.
Oh, K. Look at him, hiring rapists for bodyguards. Must have been a coincidence.Not.
